Where does the misunderstanding come from,
Demanding that we be outstanding and then some?
Perfection never was a requirment
Although some might say we desired it
So then for times when things get old I might get cynical
I see that I don't see
Do they see You when they see me?
In honesty, there's room for improvement
Thoughts may change, the truth be told,
A closed mind will leave you empty
Use your mind to use your soul
Alert the press, their dogmas are a mess
Opinions shift, a broken sift, an empty hand,
And billboards ask, "where do they stand."
Do all streams lead to one sea?
Logically there's room for all questions
Though the answers aren't all known,
Objectivity, the myth of plenty,
Who doubt His truth within their soul